Draven gathered her in his arms, taking her back to the bed. He laid her down carefully and loomed over her, making sure his weight was not on her.
He moved into her, his hand cradling her jaw, and his mouth took full possession of her. It felt much more passionate and delirious than when he'd kissed her before she left.
No, there was something different this time. It wasn't just passionate, it was filled with lust, like he needed her. He had a burning kind of lust, as though he'd always wanted and craved this moment.
Avelina completely gave herself over to him, her mouth open for him. She felt her skin burning against his, totally honest in its hunger. It was just him, but she wanted this as much as he did. She was drowning in lust, so much so that her sense of thought was utterly snatched from her.
